not so well spoken and thin connection
i'm frightened, i know you're fightened of being afraid, of
misunderstanding and of beng misunderstood.

countless nights and early mornings confiding in a not so old friend
with an equally splitting headache
who, too, often wakes steeped in regret

and why the teen angst at twenty-five
arent we to be over this by now
but i won't pretend that bruised knees don't lead to broken hearts

frailty, instability, and uncertainty
they define us all at times.